His blood turned to cold soda water—fizzy with panic. He yanked the USB cable. The phone stayed connected. The webcam light stayed on.
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He clicked.
Even if it means handing the rope to someone else. His blood turned to cold soda water—fizzy with panic
Leo froze. The green light was a tiny, accusing eye. He hadn’t opened Photo Booth. He hadn’t joined a video call. He slapped his hand over the lens, but the light stayed on. but the light stayed on.